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  Shattered Innocence

  (Shattered #1)

  By Alexis Noelle

  Copyright

  Copyright © 2014 Ashley Piscitelli

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  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, establishments, organizations, and incidents are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously to give a sense of authenticity. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

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  Acknowledgements

  I would like to thank all of my family and friends who have believed in me and supported me. Especially my husband who has been constantly encouraging me throughout this whole process. I couldn’t have done it without your love and support.

  I would also like to say thank you to my friends who endured me constantly talking about this book and its characters as if they were real. You gave me advice and listened when I was frustrated and just needed to vent.

  I have met so many wonderful people through this entire process and have made some amazing friends.

  I want to say thank you to all of my amazing betas who guided me, and helped me make this story what it is. You ladies have all helped me more then you can imagine. There are so many people that I should thank but I especially want to say it to to a few specific people.

  I want to thank Stephanie Phillips from Stephanie’s Book Reports for talking me through this book. She even let me ruin the ending for her just so I could make sure I wasn’t insane. I love our daily chats and you keep me from losing it!

  Ariana McWilliams from Mommy’s Late night Book Up for your up to date notes, and berating. I need that feedback and I love it!

  Angie Stanton Johnson From Twinsie Talk for giving me advice when I needed it and for putting up with me!

  Christine Stanley from The Hype PR. You are amazing and you have helped me so much over the last couple of months. I am so happy that we got connected!

  I would also like to thank Marisa Shor from Cover Me Darling for being amazing and creating a beautiful cover.

  I would also like to thank my Street Team for all of their support. Thank you girls for taking the time to talk with me, give me advice, read different parts of the book I sent you, and definitely thank you for helping me get my name out there! I appreciate each and every one of you so much!

  I also want to thank the readers. I love being able to interact with you and talk with you about the books. I never thought that I would be able to have one book published, much less four and I appreciate the support of every single one of you.

  Table of Contents

  Copyright

  Acknowledgements

  Table of Contents

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty One

  Chapter Twenty Two

  Chapter Twenty Three

  Epilogue

  About The Author

  Chapter One

  As I sit there pretending to be interested in what the man across from me is saying I can’t help but hate my fucking life. Granted, it’s my own damn fault I’m here and in this situation but it doesn’t make me hate it any less. I’m not one of those dumb ass girls who blame all of their troubles on their parents or anyone else. Did my parents completely suck at life? Yes. Did I have a shitty ass childhood? Yes. However, I have a mind of my own and this is where it has led me.

  I sweetly smile at the douche as he goes on some more about his fancy fucking shit that I could care less about. Honestly, I don’t understand why this is part of the fucking job description. Granted, I work for one of the more high-class escort services but let’s call it like it is, I’m a damn prostitute. I don’t need to be wined and dined; I’m kind of a sure thing.

  The waitress brings the check and places it on the table, thank God. I just need to get upstairs handle my business and get out of here. I hate having to pretend I’m interested in these guys but usually that’s how you get regulars and build a client list. Instead of just paying his bill, the dipshit across from me feels it necessary to take out all of the money in his wallet, slowly counting and fanning it out at the same time. Men like him are completely pathetic. When you need to flaunt material things it means something is lacking either in your head or in your pants.

  We take the walk to the elevators and he has his arm firmly planted around my waist. I see him making sure that he makes eye contact with everyone possible; little do they know he’s fucking paying me for it. As we step into the elevator he positions me in front of him, and pulls me back until our bodies are smashed together. I’m guessing his aim is for me to be impressed about his obvious erection. I can tell just by feeling it now that there isn’t shit that’s impressive about it.

  His hands slowly travel up and caress my breasts. I make the obligatory oohs in my breathy voice that drives every ass hat like him insane. As we walk to his room I check the time on my phone. It’s 9:30 at night; hopefully I can get out of here within an hour and be home by eleven. I am assuming that this guy will be easy and it won’t take very much for me to get him there. He looks like he hasn’t be laid since the Virgin Mary gave birth to Jesus.

  Unlike many other girls, I don’t charge by time. I charge them by the amount of orgasms they want to have. I still have a time limit though because some assholes will hold that shit in forever. It works out better for me this way because if I get someone who looks as pathetic and inexperienced as him, I can usually get out of here pretty damn quick.

  When we get into the hotel room he slams me up against the door and attacks my neck with his mouth. I stifle a giggle at how ridiculous this is. Guys like this always amaze me, the ones that think they are hot shit and that they really turn you on.

  “Take off your dress.”

  He backs away from me, his eyes slowly scanning my body waiting to see what’s under my clothes. I think this part is worse than the sex. This is the only time in the whole process that I actually get a hint of vulnerability. He sits down on the bed waiting for me.

  I slowly reach behind my dress and unzip it. I have found that dresses that zip go over much better then ones I need to lift over my head. There is something with men and watching you unzip, then slowly lower your dress down that drives them insane. My dress pools around my feet leaving me in a red lace bra and matching thong, at his request.

  He gasps as he takes in my body then begins to quickly undress himself. He has no grace at all during this process fumbling so much that he can barely get the first two buttons of his dress shirt undone. “Why don’t you…” He clears his throat in an attempt to make his strained voice sound more authoritative. “Undress me.” I bite the inside of my lip to keep from laughing. He is trying
so hard to be in control when he has absolutely none at all.

  I strut over to him and watch as his breathing picks up. When I undo the buttons on his shirt I realize how fast his chest is moving up and down. This one will definitely be easy. As I slide his shirt off of his chest, I lower myself to the floor in front of him. Mr. Hot and Ready paid for two orgasms, one from oral and one from sex. Most girls would think my way of setting appointments was ridiculous, but for me it gives me a goal and once it’s done I can leave.

  I release his belt, slide his zipper down and then pull off his pants in one quick motion. Are you kidding me? He’s wearing fucking tighty whities. I mentally shake my head. I take off the offending underwear and slowly begin to work my hand over what he thinks is impressive. The minute my fingers touch him he throws his head back. I lower my head to him taking him in my mouth and enjoy knowing that this will be over fast.

  He was warned of my rules before our meeting. I will not kiss the clients on the mouth, nor will I swallow. Both of those acts are too intimate, and just disgusting with half of the men that I deal with. Within two minutes I have him releasing himself all over my hand.

  “Fuck, that was good.” I look up at him. “Now for number two.” He smiles a yellow-toothed smile and I cringe. This shit needs to be fast so I can get the hell out of here. He reaches behind me and unclasps my bra, then slides backward on the bed. I slide my underwear down then grab a condom out of my clutch. He is still rock hard which will only make my job so much easier. I slide it over him and climb on top of him. As I ride him he roughly grasps at my breasts and treats them almost as if he were turning a doorknob. No wonder he has to pay for it, he is horrible at this shit. He really needs to take advantage of my other service, but I have learned my lesson about offering that shit to clients.

  Aside from just being as escort I also teach men how to have sex, and how to do it right. That is what this sad piece of a man really needs. I can feel his body start to tense. Thank God. When he releases himself his face contorts and it takes everything in me not to laugh. I have thought this more than once tonight so that means he really is as horrible as I have mentally accused him of being. I climb off of him and begin to get dressed.

  “You’re leaving already?”

  As I zip my dress back up I turn around to look at him. “Yep.”

  I walk out and close the door, no doubt leaving him dumbfounded. This is just another normal weekend night for me though. Jessica Evans….. college student by day, high-class escort by night.

  Chapter Two

  “Jess!” I turn around to see Lo jogging over to me. We have been friends forever and she is the only person I trust enough to talk about what I do in my spare time. “Where the hell are you going to in such a rush?”

  “I had to pull an all-nighter for my paper last night, so I’m making a Starbucks run before class. You know it’s always so crowded in there, you’d think they were giving the shit away for free.”

  She laughs and starts to walk with me. “How was it last night?”

  I scrunch my face in disgust. “Horrible, Lo.” Lo’s real name is Lauren but ever since we were younger that has been my nickname for her. It was my thing, and I can’t tell you how pissed I get if someone else calls her it. “I always arrive with some hope the dude will be hot or know what he is doing but that hardly ever happens.” Unfortunately, this is what I need to do to pay for school. I had to get out of my hellhole of a house and neither of my parents would ever give me any of their precious money.

  “Ugh, I don’t know how you do it.”

  “Me neither, girl.” As we were about to walk into Starbucks I winced when I saw how long the damn line was. My phone started to ring and I pulled it out. “Crap. Can you go in and save me a spot in the madness?”

  “Yeah, see you in a minute.”

  Why the hell was Tasha calling me? She was my boss, and the only time I ever hear from her is when she is giving me the time and date with my next guy and that’s usually just a text. “Hello?”

  “Jessie, I need you to come into my office tonight at eight.”

  “Why, what’s up? You know I usually don’t do week – ”

  “Eight o’clock tonight, Jessie. Don’t be late.”

  The phone clicked and as I took it away from my ear I scowled at it. What the hell crawled up her ass? I had this sinking feeling in my stomach that something was wrong. I walked into the coffee shop and stood next to Lauren

  “What’s wrong?”

  “I don’t know. Listen, I need to be somewhere at eight, can we get together after?”

  “I thought you didn’t do that shit on weeknights?”

  “I don’t.” The look on my face must have told her not to push the issue. I order my normal shit and pay out of the ass for my small piece of heaven. I just don’t get how they are physically allowed to charge that much for fucking caffeine.

  My classes are a damn blur all day because the only thing I can think about is what the hell is going on tonight. As I’m walking back to my apartment I get a text from Tasha

  Tasha: Make sure you come in work attire.

  What the hell? I have told her a million damn times weeknights are a no no for me, it’s the only normalcy I have in my life. She better be paying me at least double for this shit because she didn’t even give me a damn choice.

  As soon as I get in my apartment I start on my homework so I can get it done and then go out with Lo after whatever the hell Tasha has planned. I don’t plan on staying more than about an hour, I don’t care who the hell she booked.

  I pull up to the old office building that Tasha uses for her communications business, with a special floor locked away just for us. I haven’t been back here since my damn interview.

  “Hello, Jessie.”

  I nod my head at her, hoping my nervousness doesn’t show. I put on the nicest dress I had and spent more time on my hair and makeup than I ever have before.

  “Please, take a seat.”

  As I walk over to the chair in front of her desk I look around the rest of the room. There is a huge bed on the opposite wall, but that’s really the only other furniture in the room. What the hell does she need a bed in here for? I sit down in front of her and squirm under her scrutinizing glare.

  “I must say, I am surprised. You sounded so innocent on the phone I didn’t expect you to come in looking so attractive.” What do I say to that? Thanks? “Well let’s get this started, first thing is you need to sign an NDA. This basically means that anything that goes on here, or while you are on a job is confidential.”

  “So I um…I got the job?”

  “Not yet, dear. I still need to audition you.” The way she emphasizes audition make me nauseous. I can’t believe that I’m here but if I don’t find a lot of money and find it fast I’m screwed out of having an education, and a future. I nod my head and sign the agreement she gives me.

  Tasha presses a button on her phone. “Come in.”

  Who is she talking to? When the door opens I turn toward it. A middle aged man walks in a without a word goes over to the bed and sits down. My stomach drops, oh my God.

  “Jessie, this is Stan. Please treat him as if he was a client, and this was his checklist that you received.” She extends a piece of paper out to me. I hesitantly take it.

  Striptease

  Blow job

  Sex with woman on top

  My jaw drops and I look back up at her. “Jessie, if this isn’t something you are comfortable with, you might as well leave now.”

  I can’t do that. I shakily stand up and try my best at a sexy walk while trying not to throw up all over him. I fumble through everything on the list because I’m so nervous. By the time I’m done with all three things, I feel like I need to go cry in a dark corner somewhere.

  “I can see that all of that was hard for you.” I jump not realizing that Tasha had been standing behind me. “Is this something you feel like you can handle on a weekly basis?”

  “Yes.�
�� I am surprised my voice sounds as strong as it does.

  “Okay then, right now you are my fill-in. Once you start becoming more popular or getting requested your, status may change. What this means is that you should be ready to go whenever you get a text from me.”

  “Um…I’m in school right now.”

  She thinks a minute before answering me. “Send me your schedule, however that is the only exception. You are at my disposal any other time, or you’re gone. Do you understand me?”

  “Yes.” She turns and walks back toward her desk, and I walk out of the office. As soon as I get home I scrub my skin until it’s raw and cry the entire rest of the night.

  That was almost three years ago. I can’t even remember that person. It took me months to finally adopt my “I don’t give a fuck” attitude that I have now. I used to be such a good girl, never cursing, never being rude or bitchy. Well that ship is long fucking gone.

  I’ve also changed my dull appearance to one that is more desirable. My mousy brown hair now has red highlights strewn throughout it. I also always wear makeup and have learned which colors offset the light green color of my eyes. I don’t have the smallest frame but I’ve learned how to dress and accentuate the curves that I have.

  Last year I was constantly getting requested and in high demand, so I decided it was time to make my move. I emailed Tasha and set my current guidelines and since I was her best girl, she agreed. I now do my appointments by orgasms not time, it really helps. I do not swallow, or do any anal. I only work on Fridays, Saturdays, and Sundays; I also only do one appointment a day. I can’t tell you how disgusting it was when she would double or even triple book me. Finally, I do not kiss on the mouth, that shit just leads to problems.

  I open the door to Tasha’s office ready to give her shit for calling me down here tonight when I walk face first into a fucking wall. I look up and it’s the sexiest damn wall I’ve ever fucking seen. He has dark brown hair that is the messy ‘just fucked’ style. His piercing green eyes feel like they are burning a hole right through me. Did I mention his tattoos? No? Well holy hell. They are fucking hot. He has two sleeves with a mixture of tribals, skulls, fire, and a bunch of other shit. I can only see half of his arms though because his button-up shirtsleeves are folded up, stopping at his elbow. I’ve heard the term ‘sex on a stick’ before, and this man is the fucking definition of it.